Tamora Pierce Graphic Novel Novels & Stories

“Yes it’s me you coconut. Look, I don’t know what the fuck you’ve done but you better get the fuck up and finish this race. Aspen has delayed the vampire king a bit, so you still have sometime to win this shit” “I can’t. I’m bleeding and…I can’t, Amar”. “You can. Toreh, you can. You must. You’re a Tamac and Tamacs never give up. So get up and run”. Toreh felt a lot more encouraged. Amar backed away as Toreh dragged herself to her feet. She only fell. Fine. She would crawl. The slave market was very close anyways. Breathing hard, she crawled through the snow past the closed market stalls. They would be open tomorrow, she was sure of that.

The moon hung in the sky like a brilliant, oversized flashlight. Lila leaned her forehead against the window pane. It felt cool and soothing. Peering into the illuminated night, she looked out onto the mountain in hopes of spotting Marcus and his pack approaching the castle. She’d had no word from Ben about the rescue Jasper and the werewolves were planning for her, but this would be the prime time for them to do it. She closed her eyes and tried to visualize Jasper in his wolf form as he raced through the woods with the pack, but the pain in her back wouldn’t allow her mind to focus.

Unexpectedly, just as she was going to smash the last tentacle, she was suddenly attacked from behind… A transparent spear impaled from the back through her chest. Psh! Bright red blood stained her clothes in an instant. “Huh—?” Zendaya was shocked. At the same time, Alex felt his chest sting as he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. Since his life was bound to Jade’s, he definitely wouldn’t be able to survive if Jade died. “Jade?! “Commander Benmore!” The members of Flying Eagles felt their hearts trembling. ‘What the hell stabbed Jade in the heart?’ Just then, a human figure appeared behind Jade. It was a male Dark Pixie with long ears and dark skin. In his hand was a spear. That was the s

Still, I inspected the grout to make sure it wasn’t broken and felt for any leaking of air. By the time I turned around, Piercy’s eyes were black as his hand wrapped around my throat. Pushing me against the wall, my eyes rolled back before his lips smashed into mine. His body pressed against mine as both hands cupped my face. My hands moved on their own. Sliding under his shirt, my claws clung to him and pulled him even tighter. A primal growl ran up his chest, but he lightened the kissing. “Nothing…” He kissed me again. “… in this pack…” He kept kissing me until he rested his forehead against mine. “… will hurt you. You are safe here. Safe from the trauma that you lived through.”

Taron laughed. “Why? Don’t he go to this Tamara often?” Kira demanded, feeling a cringe in her gut at the name Tamara. “He does… Tamara is his go to girl every time he has to let go off some steam,” Taron informed. “What did you do, Kira?” Taron demanded. “Umm…” Kira felt embarrassed. “Come on, I need to know!” Taron insisted. “Well, if you must know, he gave me the potion to cure wolfsbane thingy burn on my shoulder,” Kira pointed at her collar bone.

Kieran lunged again, reaching for me. I dodged, ash flaring, and the black water drops on my skin suddenly surged toward my wrist mark again—faster now, desperate. One drop hit the mark directly. It sank into my skin like ink into paper. A rune burned itself into me—new, sharp, unfamiliar. My vision flashed. A door above. My mother on her knees, whispering into a bowl. Vesper holding a blade to Rowan’s throat. Mara smiling as the world burned. And Dax—Dax standing in a circle of light, eyes blank, chains around his throat—

Amy leaned in and whispered, “Nor I, but you never heard me say that.” We all laughed as Leila followed her into the room. A few moments later, Amy came back out, sat down in her leather chair, and folded her arms onto the desk and leaned forward. “Okay, Lance. Tell me straight. What’s been going on?” Her directness startled me. “What do you mean?” She took a deep breath. “She’s under a lot of stress and I need to know why.” I nodded and told her about the attack in Aruba, the plane blowing up and the near miss, and then the vampire attack the night before. I took a deep breath. “Amy, it was The Outsiders.”

Twenty years later The morning sun cast long shadows across the North Oregon castle grounds, where a group of young shifters practiced their forms in the training yard. At the edge of the field, Adhara sat on a wooden bench, watching them with a warm smile as she weaved a crown of wildflowers and herbs. “Still teaching them the old ways?”

“You didn’t come all this way to waste my time with pleasantries.” “I need a bargain,” I said, keeping my voice steady. “Everyone does.” I set the offerings on the table. Blood first, in a silver dish. Money stacked in neat piles. The hair bound with silver, glistening under candlelight. Eldra’s cracked eyes moved over them like she was appraising art. “There’s a girl,” I started. “At the college. Her name is Tamara Angel. She has power…” “Silver,” Eldra interrupted. My breath caught.

Her body jerks violently backward as she releases Nyra’s wrist, stumbling away as if struck by an unseen force. “What happened?” I demand. Amara presses both hands against her temples, breathing ragged and uneven as panic flickers across her face like lightning flashing behind storm clouds. “I saw something,” she whispers. Her voice trembles. Nyra clutches her wrist, blood still dripping slowly against pale skin as her own expression tightens with alarm. “What did you see?” I press. Amara swallows hard, shaking her head once as if trying to clear images burned too deep into memory. “A tower,” she whispers slowly. “Stone.. tall.. broken windows..”